"Does this mean that we do not have the same mother?""He inquired, finding it challenging to come to terms with the words.

Tuille shook her head slowly and hesitantly, feeling a tangible wave of disappointment coming from her brother. She took a deep breath, steading herself before articulating her thoughts again." It was then that I was locked away in the cellar with Mama and a strange man with the same eyes as mine appeared nowhere that I never seen in my entire life says he's my Papa." From that moment on, she felt an unrelenting compulsion to take part of in his life any way possible.

Noel couldn't help but notice the tears that were streaming down his little sister's face. He felt uncomfortable and unease as he struggle to understand the complex emotions that girls go through. It was very difficult for him to comprehend why his sister was crying, but he knew that he needed to be there for her in any way he could.

In his efforts to calm her down, he became anxious." Please don't cry, Tuille. I'm here for you and I will do everything in my power to help. I'll even find your mother!" he comforted.

" Thank you, Noel."

Upon hearing those words, a wave of emotions swept over him, causing his heart to soften and his arms to open wide. He pulled her in a close enveloping her in a warm and secure embrace, all while tenderly stroking her hair with his fingertips..

Tuille experience an inexplicable connection with the young lad. Her trust in him was unshakable, and was relieved in having a steadfast ally amidst the intimidating and labyrinethine halls of the grand palace.

The next day, Noel arose from his slumber at the day of break. Grapsing for his slippers, he proceeded towards the room's exit, where upon he caught sight of the patrolling officers. As he peered through the doorway, he witnessed the guards scrutinizing the surrounding with razon-sharp attention. Suddenly, one of the sentinels became weary of a presence lurking behind them. In response, the boy swiftly scurried towards a nearby vase, concealing himself from the view.

The young boy heart pounded with apprehension as he deftly evaded the waterful eye of the guard." That was an incredibly close call!" he mummble to himself, the adrenaline still coursing through his veins.

" It was probably just my imagination." thought the guard.

The young boy notice the officers walking ahead of him and hastened his pace to keep up with them. However, he soon lost sight of them and wondered where they had gone. As he looked around, he came across a steel door blocking his path, and he couldn't find a way to enter. Suddenly, he heard footsteps approaching and quickly hid. As the door opened, he stealthily slipped through it without being notice.

He stood frozen in fear, his heart sinking down to his stomach as he withness the treatment of the prisoners that seemed unfair and unacceptable. There were officers involved in explicated acts with the prisoners which caused screams and that scared him.

As he felt someone stroll past him, his gaze drifted towards the regal figure of his father. Oh, father! Please take me away from this scary place. The young boy wanted to be by his side and feel the warmth of his father hand. Yet, his heart was heavy with sorrow when he caught the sight of a woman in chains. She bore striking resemblances to his little sister with her sorrowful golden eyes that seem to reflect the pain and suffering of the world. The boy hesitated, torn between the desire to be with his father and his compassion for the woman.

As he and his father crossed paths. The young boy instinctively turned his head and saw his father robe, and could not wait to be by his father's side. Just when he was about to call out to his father.

When the young boy met the woman's gaze, a soft voice spoke to him, and for a moment, they felt as if they were the only two in the room. However, the boy was shocked and ashamed when his father aggressively kissed the woman and removed his undergarment.

" Oh, young prince, you should not be in this very bad place ! Please leave, and I selfishly asked of you to protect my one and only daughter Tuille…Please."

He was entranced by her melodious voice, which seemed to emit radiant energy. A warm yellow light enveloped them, but the little boy's blissful moment was abruptly interrupted by faint footsteps echoing down the corridor. In a panic, he recoiled upon feeling a slimy texture on the wall and stifled a scream before anyone could hear him. He remained hidden until it was safe, then sprinted with all his might towards the steel door, desperate to escape.

In a hurry, the young boy dashed towards the entrance, but in his haste, he collided with someone and stumbled, landing on his bottom with a thud. Upon closer inspection, it became clear that the individual he had bumped into was his devoted servant, Mila.

Mila politely addressed the young prince and inquired, "May I ask what brings you to this area of the hall?" With a tone of concern, she reminded him that this place was off-limits and that his mother had already warned him and his brother about it several times.

"I-I got lost," he explained, sweat dripping from his forehead as he lied.

"Until you can demonstrate maturity, you are required to remain in your room as part of your grounding."

"How will I see Tuille when there are guards posted nearby the entrance? She probably waiting for me.... ," he expressed, while mounting his bed and glancing out of the window. After pondering for a while, he devised a strategy. He meticulously fastened the edges of his bed sheets to fashion a robust rope, which he subsequently tossed out of the window and secured it to his nightstand.

He descended to the second floor and hastily made his way to the room where the keys were located, clutching them tightly in his hand. Prior to departing from the prison, he retrieved the keys from his father's discarded robe on the ground.

I'll make sure to keep these items safe, unlike the last time when I accidentally left them in the door. I don't want my younger sister to be harmed again

As he unlocked the door, he was greeted by his beloved sister's warm embrace. "I found your, Mother," he stuttered through tears as they streamed down his face. Overcome with emotion, he couldn't hold back his tears and let them flow freely. "Tuille, I was so scared!" he finally managed to say managed to say.

Tuile experienced a newfound awareness that her actions had caused others to suffer. Although she felt relief upon hearing that her mother was still alive, it pained her deeply to witness the suffering of those around her. She spoke softly, acknowledging the bravery of those who had endured the hardships she had caused. " You were really brave."